Mage's Secret

A cup of black coffee without sugar, fried eggs on one side, toasted toast with a little butter and jam, together with a small salad made of fruits and vegetables picked early in the morning and a sausage, Trafael’s day begins .

After that, he should provide some guidance to the apprentices or explain the subject he is researching to the students, but he is obviously not in the mood at this time.With a tired face, he slowly ate the food on the plate, pulled off the napkin tucked in front of his chest and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, tapped the table with his staff, and the magic circle engraved on the table sent the plate away kitchen.

He grabbed his staff and stood up, walked out of the bedroom to the study.The apprentices who met along the way stopped and talked respectfully to salute him.Traphael ignored it, he frowned and strode across the corridor without saying a word, the legs of his robe billowing in waves behind him.

The apprentices looked up at his back in astonishment, and looked at each other wondering why their always gentle teacher seemed to be a different person during this time.

After Traphael learned of Yadunis' death, he no longer traveled around, but concentrated on doing research and guiding students in the tower. It has been seven years so far.

In the past seven years, he has devoted himself to reforming education and opened his mage tower to the world. Whether it is a child of the poor or a son of the upper class, as long as he has the talent for casting spells and has passed the assessment, he will be admitted into the tower.

He also broke the bad habit of apprentices who could only rely on self-study in the past. He must spare some time every day to explain some of his insights and share his research with the students.

But no matter how powerful he is, he is still human after all, with limited energy.Therefore, he encouraged the apprentices to help each other to learn, and the learning atmosphere in the tower was very good, and the situation that he had experienced being treated coldly during his studies never happened again.This is undoubtedly a hurricane blowing on the mainland where the caster usually maintains a cold image. His behavior has been sought after by the world, and his reputation has increased.

But as a mage, just making such a reform is not enough to be recognized by all.At the same time, he also achieved very high achievements in the field of magic, and won the title of magician a year ago.

It is undoubtedly admirable to be able to obtain such a title at the age of thirty or so.There are countless honorary titles from countries, temples, and spellcaster associations added to him, and his name is quite well-known on the mainland.

At this time, the therapist, who was loved by the students, walked through the long corridor, walked into the study room, closed the door behind his back and walked to the desk. He slumped on the chair, buried his face in his hands and sighed deeply. Take a breath.

It has been 15 years since he became a magic apprentice, and this long period of time is enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in a person.Now he can be regarded as calm, gentle and knowledgeable, but he knows that these changes come from the shadow in his heart that cannot be forgotten.

No one can see his rough life experience from him, but this is not a secret, and he is not afraid of being known, because this is not his weakness.He thought that there was nothing in this world that could scare him anymore, but now he is like a mouse driven into a corner.His fingers and shoulders were trembling, and his temples had begun to show gray marks due to years of mental toil. He looked like an ordinary man who was about to enter middle age, and he no longer had his usual demeanor.

He was afraid, and this feeling reminded him of lying on the street in the downtown area with his hands tied to the saddle, bruised and bruised; of Angus' grin after he had been hoisted up; of seeing Casey's robes Feet grazed his fingertips; remembered that evening weeping at Yadonis' tomb.

His research has finally encountered a bottleneck that cannot be broken through, and he is very afraid.

This knowledge gives him strength and self-confidence, but once he encounters a problem, the wall built in his heart will be disintegrated almost instantly.Although the achievements he has already obtained will not be taken back, he has not reached the peak after all. If he can no longer continue to improve, then as time goes by, more latecomers will cover his light, and he will eventually disappear. everyone.

His achievements will no longer be mentioned by people, and his name will gradually be forgotten by people, just like Yadonis said, disappearing into history without leaving any traces.

He didn't want that, he had a deeper and more twisted obsession with fame than any other spellcaster, so the possibility terrified and disturbed him.It has been more than a month since that problem appeared. During this month, he has spent day and night looking up classics and documents and doing experiments, but it is useless. Nothing that can be called good news happened.

Traphael slowly lifted his face from his hands, and glanced blankly at the study room that had been messed up by him during this time. , slowly retracted and finally fixed on the notebook that was thrown in the corner of the desk.

This is what he got by chance, a note left by a black-robed mage who lived more than 100 years ago and is no longer mentioned by the world.When he first got this notebook, although he was not as eager to destroy it as others were, he never thought of using it either.After all, if it was learned that he actually studied evil magic, then everything he had worked so hard for all these years would be ruined.

Although he still remembered that Yadunis once said that the evil is not the power itself, but the person who uses the power, so he doesn't have such a big prejudice against evil magic, but he is afraid of being feared and spurned by others, and he is afraid that his reputation will be ruined.

But now, there is no other way for him to choose.

What is written in the diary is how to summon the devil.The Demon Realm objectively exists in a certain position in this world, but it does not belong to any continent, and it is also a place that sailing will never go to.There is another distorted space that exists in this world at the same time. Only by using specific spells can the track connecting the mainland and the demon world be opened for a short time.This kind of spell is recorded in the notes.

According to the notes, the track can be opened anywhere, but the fluctuation of space distortion will be monitored by the temple, so opening the track is an extremely risky behavior.

Normally, he would not have thought much about this kind of risky behavior, but now, he seems to have only this way to go - the Demon Realm has a completely different magic system from the mainland, and the evil magic of the black-robed mages can be used evolved from this.Therefore, Traphael can re-conduct his own research from a completely new perspective based on this completely different set of magic theories.

It was his only hope.

But he still can't make up his mind. After all, there are too many uncontrollable factors in summoning demons, and no one can be sure whether the theory of the demon world will help his research.

Time passed by, Traphael leaned back in the chair, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen.He was motionless, no candles or magic lamps were lit, and the study room where the curtains were drawn was dim, with only the faint light of the magic sundial showing the time.

He stared closely at the notebook with only outlines visible, his expression hidden in the darkness.

The time indicated by the magic sundial has already passed seven o'clock in the evening, but this has nothing to do with him, his time seems to be frozen.

At this time, the door of the study was knocked suddenly, and the sudden sound made Traphael startled, and before he could yell, the door was opened.

There was a torch in the corridor outside the door, and the light of the fire shone in through the open door, and also shone on the person at the door.

The person turned his back to the light source, his face was covered by darkness, but the long golden hair that was soft and shining like moonlight showed the identity of the person who came.

Seeing that the person who came was his favorite student, Traphael swallowed the reprimand he was about to say, but still whispered: "Elvis, what are you doing here?"

The hoarse voice startled Traphael himself.

Although Elvis was scolded, he didn't back down. He said, "Teacher, you haven't eaten all day. Everyone is worried about you." His voice was full of worry.

Traphael coughed a few times in a low voice, rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and finally said in a calm voice: "I'm thinking, you go, don't disturb me."

"Teacher!" Seeing that he had no intention of leaving the room at all, Elvis raised his legs and walked into the study.

But as soon as he took a step, Traphael immediately raised his head and scolded: "I said, get out!"

"Teacher!" Elvis yelled again.

"go out!"

Elvis stood at the door of the room for a while, and finally closed the door helplessly and left.

Traphael kept rubbing the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, and the fluctuations in his heart became more intense.Over the past few years, Trafael has always believed that if anyone can be truly called a genius, it is undoubtedly Elvis.

Although he seems to have extraordinary achievements now, judging from the efforts he has put in, this is almost inevitable—as long as his brain is not so stupid.

But Elvis is different. The talent shown by that child is extraordinary. Compared with him, Traphael can only be evaluated as "ordinary".

"If you don't have the talent to surpass everyone, can you just stay mediocre?" Traphael murmured, with a layer of unwillingness in his heart.

This level of unwillingness is undoubtedly the last straw that forced Traphael to make up his mind: "You don't want to study black magic, you just want to use another completely different theory of magic to conduct your own research." He said to himself He said, reaching out his hand to the notebook.

Temporarily covering up the fluctuations in the space is not difficult for Traphael, who is a space teacher.

After he made up his mind, he brought the notes to the research room, and arranged the magic circle recorded in the notes and the magic circle to cover up the space fluctuations.

His palms were sweating and his wrists were shaking all the time. He had to put the notes aside and hold the staff with both hands.He opened his mouth, and a trembling breath came out of his throat.His breathing also became difficult, and the lack of oxygen in his brain made him dizzy. This feeling was like taking some kind of hallucinogenic potion.

He leaned tightly against the table behind him to stabilize himself from falling, and he couldn't recite the complete incantation no matter how high he raised his staff.The first few pronunciations reappeared from his mouth repeatedly, sharp and unsteady like crying.

In the end, he shook his head and took a deep breath, stretching his neck and finally recited the long string of incantations in full.After that, he slumped and sat on the ground, big drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, he pressed his chest and panted heavily as if he had died.

The space in front of him was distorted like a twisted canvas, a black spot appeared in the center of the twist, and the black spot became bigger and bigger, a pale, slender and well-maintained hand stretched out, followed by another Only.

Those hands held the edge of the black hole, as if they wanted to tear it apart.The black hole is still getting bigger, and the tables, chairs and utensils in the room are shaking with the instability of the space, making clanking sounds.

Traphael stopped panting, his pupils constricted, and watched the summoned demon collapse from the black hole.

The short hair is darker than the night, and the eyes are scarlet more bewitching than blood.The incomparable beauty seduces mortals to fall, and the graceful and gentle hands can wring a lover's throat.

He was wearing a jacket with a long hem similar to riding clothes, tight trousers, and short boots. He stretched his slender limbs and looked at the research room that was a little messy due to the vibration just now, and finally fixed his gaze on the slumped on the ground. On Traphael with a painful and tangled face.

He raised the corner of his mouth to reveal an inexplicable but extremely charming smile, and said slowly in a deep magnetic voice: "Did you open the track, human beings..."